Hush screamed. A tornado built in him, energy crackling as he cursed one weapon after the other. Manning was in the flying vehicle. One of the men Hush remembered seeing at the station had told him, and Diamond’s men were shooting at him. They were shooting at his man.
A couple of Manning’s men tried to grab him, but he snarled and kicked and clawed to get free.
He ran out into the water, trying to get as close as possible to the weapons. They were calling to him, invisible chains went from them and into his core where they wrapped around his soul. What if one of his blessed guns killed Manning?
“Get back here!” A man dressed in a black uniform with a helmet and vest stopped right before the sea licked his boots. He held a large gun in his hands but didn’t point it at Hush.
“Give him a
